Dream 86
I can taste and smell each note of the piano.
The flavors are all sweet but all different. The smell is absolutely amazing. Tears run down my face as the bombardment of sensory bliss assaults my heart and I close my eyes. Suddenly every sound is a color, rich, flowing, like bright colors of ink dropping into crystal clear water.
I open my eyes again and see that we are on the prayer path at the edge of the river. A crowd of people all worship, hands stretched out to the city across from us, praying and worshipping in spirit and in truth.
Me:
“Be anxious for nothing, but pray and ask God for what you need and thank Him in advance for what He has done. Ask in the name of Jesus, for in Him is all the power and through Him the full authority of the Father is brought to bear!
We continue to worship and people ask God to meet their needs. At first the needs are shallow, not with much faith or expectation. Many are tired from unanswered prayers and consistently deferred hope.
Many start to weep in this incredible atmosphere, falling upon their knees, begging God for release from the slavery of debt. They are exhausted, running low on hope, some completely hopeless. Now the masks of so many years of pretense begin to fall from their faces and they cry out to God as one as the Israelites cried out under the whip of the Egyptians. They beg for release from the heavy weight of mammon and begin to commit to building the kingdom. Many cry out “Free us Lord so that we may run with your heart and build your kingdom”.
Gatherer is behind me. He rests his hand upon my shoulder and speaks.
Gatherer:
“Now must you release the truth son of sorrow. Release the word of God in this place and this time and let all who read what you record know this very truth. Release the word that cuts between soul and spirit and cuts between bone and marrow. Let the word of God expose every innermost thought and desire so that the saints of God may be set free from pain and bondage.”
Me:
“Thus says the Spirit of God and thus says the word of God: You have sold yourselves as slaves to the kingdom of mammon. You have sold your time and your very hearts for idols and trinkets! You have made your homes as unbelievers make their homes and you have closed your hearts to the poor and the widows and the orphans. You are as unbelievers! “Come out from among them and be separate”, says the Lord. “Touch no unclean thing, and I will receive you and I will be a father to you, and you will be My sons and daughters”, says the Lord Almighty. “Build the kingdom, advance the kingdom, live for the kingdom and I shall not only bring you out of the slavery of debt but I shall let you come out of Egypt with as much wealth as you can carry! Be no longer unequally yoked with these unbelievers. Come out from their systems and patterns. Obey the words of My son so that I may bring upon you great abundance! Only come out from the world and seek first the kingdom!”
Gatherer speaks from behind me:
“So be it son of sorrow. The kingdom is all. Record this word so that they may read this word and judge this word. For all shall be judged by this very word. The kingdom is all son of sorrow. Deliver the word!”
Me:
“The kingdom is all. I shall deliver it as instructed. The kingdom is all!”
A new angel speaks from beside me.
“Jesus is king. And He is worthy of all honor and power and glory and praise. His kingdom is all son of sorrow! His heart longs to see His kingdom established here on earth.”
I fall upon my knees and begin to pray for those in poverty and depression and those under the whip of debt. My heart pounds with longing for this vision to be established so that we can bring a little bit of heaven to earth, bring the good news to the poor, proclaim the year of the Lord’s favor, recovery of sight to the blind and set the captives free. My heart thunders in my chest as if it might explode. I want this vision to come to pass so desperately that I claw at the dirt and groan with longing.
Me:
“Oh Holy Spirit, come now and make us one. Reveal to us the heart of the Father and remove this selfish, worldly spirit within us. Move in the hearts of your people oh Lord, move in their hearts so that through their generosity this vision may come to pass. Let us feed tens of thousands each day. Let us raise millions of children in the words of the son and let us raise them to despise all that is mammon and love all that is love. Your will be done oh God. Your heart be manifest. Let your people rise! Come workers, come workers, come workers! The harvest is ripe but the workers are few. Send the resources Father. Send the resources. Send the resources.
I begin to weep and I am back at the lighthouse again.
Millions of children struggle in the seas before me. Hundreds of thousands drown before my eyes and I look down at my bloodied hands where rope and net have cut me. I look out at the sea, dreaming of all we need to reach and raise these children and I scream into the rain. “COME WORKERS! COME RESOURCES! COME!”
I am back on the land beneath Michael’s calf. Praying with the saints. Many are weeping now. Many have their hands stretched out to their city, crying for the Father to bring freedom for the captives.
Michael hammers at the dome above us and I look up at him and shout “THE KINGDOM IS ALL!”
Suddenly my eyes open completely to the spiritual realm and the entire sky is filled with angels. Cherubim at each corner of the property, swords aflame, ever watchful. The angels mass up and down the length of the river, awaiting the command that will come. As we pray and worship, more angels join us, preparing for the inevitable battle ahead. Uriel now stands beside me.
Uriel:
“The time has not yet come son of sorrow. But gather the worshippers and intercessors. Let them come here often to worship and pray so that when the time comes you are supported by enough hosts of heaven. For the battle is not only for this city, it is for every city beyond it and even towns and cities behind you. These next seven years must the worshippers and intercessors and teachers of the word be diligent to meet together here and pray for the deliverance of this nation. Do this son of sorrow, and you shall see the power of God displayed as never before. The love of the Father shall drive out fear and when that fear is gone, reformation shall bring revival!
The kingdom is all son of sorrow!”
Me:
“The kingdom is all! His kingdom is all! His Love is all! Hallelujah!”
I wake up.
